Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 598: Chapter 578: The Luo Family Brothers’ Challenge (Luo Yanran Edition)

”But, it’s Elder Brother who paints beautifully, while Brother only distorts my image, Elder Brother flatters me.” Luo Qianqian gently blew on the painting and whispered, ”But since it’s a gift for me, I will accept it, and you can’t take it back.” The painting hadn’t dried yet, so she didn’t roll it up.

Jimo Cheng chuckled softly, ”Of course.”

Luo Yanwu nodded, ”Alright,” but he had already resolved to paint a better one to replace this painting which except for the two of them, few could understand.

Luo Yanran had a bitter expression, had his three brothers finished their turns, leaving the heavy responsibility to fall onto him? He had decided on what to compete with Jimo Cheng in, but he wasn’t sure if his sister would despise him afterward, or if his brothers would beat him up...

Luo Yanwu, seeing his expression, knew he had an idea, but also seemed hesitant, appearing to have some bad idea? After all, Luo Yanran was notoriously mischievous in the Luo family, a wild child in its plus version.

Mischief was inevitable with him, and he was always the instigator.

Even though Luo Qianqian was the younger one, in this respect, she truly couldn’t match Luo Yanran’s talent

Jimo Cheng shifted his gaze towards Luo Yanran, after the previous three had finished their challenges, it was rightfully his turn now.

This man he knew well was Luo Qianqian’s cousin and had been in contact with her the longest, although usually seen bickering and often losing his temper, he was the one closest and most affectionate with Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian looked at Luo Yanran expectantly, could Fourth Brother be planning to sing on the spot? From his young and crisp voice to the deeper tone of adulthood, what hadn’t changed was the magnetism in his voice, which was also one of the reasons Luo Qianqian had been obsessed with Yhan Miyuan in her past life—his voice was so pleasant.

”Hmm, it’s my turn,” Luo Yanran admitted generously to his shortcomings, then pointed at the TV, ”Let’s play a game?”

Luo Qianqian’s eyes widened in surprise, true to form, Fourth Brother always played unpredictably.

Jimo Cheng looked troubled, ”I don’t know how.”

Everyone watched Jimo Cheng in disbelief, not know how to play games???

Luo Qianqian was also incredulous, even she could play a few rounds, yet Jimo Cheng looked puzzled as Luo Yanran pulled out the game console, purchased because their computer screens were too small and inconvenient for 4399 battles, so they had bought it to play together at home.

Luo Qianqian picked up a controller and walked over to Jimo Cheng, ”Why not give it a try? Isn’t everything about learning slowly? Where’s the logic in knowing everything from the start?”

With a gentle smile, Luo Yanran was puzzled, why did Luo Qianqian seem like a mature young woman today?

”Would you teach me?” Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian with a very gentle smile.

Luo Qianqian nodded, ”Sure, but I’m not as good as Fourth Brother; Fourth Brother, I want to play Super Mario.”

Old Master Luo, hearing Luo Qianqian’s voice from the kitchen, was also helpless. How did it become a gaming session?

Luo Yanran smiled indulgently, ”Okay, go sit over there, don’t sit too close to the TV.”

Luo Qianqian quickly moved farther away, then kneeled on the ground, paying particular attention to her posture, while Jimo Cheng simply sat down cross-legged next to her.

Watching the familiar scene on the TV, Luo Qianqian directed the character forward, explaining in an utterly unprofessional manner, ”You see, this moves forward, this moves back, this is jump, these bug-like things can be squashed instantly, the little turtle might bounce back if there’s a drainage pipe in front, and these bricks can be smashed, out come mushrooms and little flowers. Fourth Brother, where’s the mushroom again?”

Luo Yanran really couldn’t concentrate anymore, so he snatched the controller and started playing while explaining to Jimo Cheng, who listened intently, nodding from time to time.

Luo Qianqian stood next to Luo Yanwu with a pout, ”Third Brother, why do I feel like I’m in a class? The teacher’s teaching something odd, but the student is still so serious.”

”When has he ever been reliable?” Luo Yanwu sighed, but this was a kind of stepping stone, so neither side would lose face.

Luo Qianqian watched the seriousness on Luo Yanran’s face and suddenly curved her lips. Her Fourth Brother, oh, he was so dependable when protecting her, so cool, completely selfless, holding her close, afraid that she might get hurt.

”Fourth Brother, you look the coolest when you’re protecting me.” Even though he got hurt, he was still extremely cool.

Listening to Luo Qianqian’s voice, Luo Yanwu curved his lips, thinking, yes, a brother protecting his sister is the coolest.

Luo Yanhao, listening to the conversation between the two, smiled, ”No matter what, he is your brother. He might be unreliable with others, but not with you.”

Luo Qianqian smiled and nodded, looking at the three brothers beside her, warmth in their eyes, ”In my last life, I must have saved the world to have so many wonderful brothers like this.”

”Then, in my last life, I must have destroyed the world before you saved it, just to meet you.” Luo Yanran, hearing the conversation behind him, got distracted from the game, ”Otherwise, why is it that every time I get beaten up, it’s somehow related to you?”

Though he said this, his eyes twinkled with a tender light, his face smiling, head unturned.

Thus, only Jimo Cheng saw this faint glow, envy flickering in his eyes. Being the youngest in his family, his older brothers never treated him this way, always speaking with pity, ”You still have us later on, your parents wouldn’t want you to cry all the time, would they? And you’re with Grandpa, your pocket money won’t be less...”

”So what if mom and dad died? Why do all the good things have to be yours?”

”Being young is not a reason to get all the good stuff, hasn’t everyone been young?”

...

All these things made him feel distant from them; as his brothers grew older, married, and had children, they became even colder to him, to the extent that they could leave without greeting even when facing him.

Like his brothers said, hasn’t everyone been young? But his childhood, wounded by his brothers, where was the joy in that? Even the dumplings he ate with them... He had even thought about dying, but in the end, fear stopped him.

Later, following Grandpa to learn various things slowly freed him from those memories. Love yourself first before loving others, he used to say. If he didn’t love himself, why should others love him? That’s what Grandpa had told him.

Luo Yanran looked at Jimo Cheng’s expression, patted his shoulder, ”Come on, let’s battle. This kind of little girl’s game isn’t suited for mature men like us.”

Then he took out King of Fighters, taught Jimo Cheng, and the two of them happily started playing, Jimo Cheng’s eyes lighting up.

They played joyously until noon, then Luo Yanran put down the controller and patted his shoulder, ”If you want to play anytime, just find me. I am Qianqian’s brother, and yours too.”

The game didn’t determine a winner, but deep down, he approved of this person, liking him. People who liked games couldn’t be bad.

Jimo Cheng was stunned. Right, his, brother?